


Femslash February oneshots

by LtTanyaBoone



Category: Pan Am
Genre: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, F/F, Femslash February
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-02-03
Updated: 2016-02-28
Packaged: 2018-05-18 00:41:35
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 6
Words: 5,423
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5891428
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LtTanyaBoone/pseuds/LtTanyaBoone
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Kate/Colette oneshots for femslash february 2016. Mostly set in the Modern!AU and heavily inspired by prompts on the "Writing Prompts" subreddit.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. paper note

You have this... problem with grocery shopping lists. It's that you are always writing them, and then your keep forgetting to bring them to the store with you. Or you can't find them when you are absolutely sure you did bring your most recent list along. With a frustrated growl, you slam the glove compartment shut and run your fingers through your hair. Still angry, you get out of the car and start digging through your pockets for spare change to get a chart when your fingers close around a piece of paper. With a triumphant grin, you pull it out and unfold it, faltering when you realize that this is definitely not your handwriting.

_Je t'aime._

Your heart is beating frantically in your chest as you turn over the paper, finding Kate's signature on it.

You gave her your coat when she stayed over the last time and forgot to bring her own. Going out in her uniform jacket hadn't been a welcome thought and you hadn't worn this one in a while. You knew you would get it back sooner rather than later, with how much time you two have been spending together, both on and off the job.

You pass the carts in favor of a bench and sit down, not trusting your legs to keep you standing much longer.

She's never said it. And neither have you. Not that you don't feel about her like that, because you do, it's just... this note, scribbled on a post-it, it suddenly makes everything so real. Scary real. I-don't-know-if-I'm-ready-for-this real. And maybe, the bench in front of the grocery store is not the best place for some soul-searching, but apparently, your girlfriend has just told you she loves you and honestly, what are you supposed to do? Go home, to said girlfriend, and pretend like you didn't find the note? Go home and tell her you need some time to think? Oh God. At the latter thought, you quickly shake your head at the unbidden image of a crestfallen Kate. You're not going to do that to her, make her think she did something wrong. Like she said something you weren't ready for, not yet.

But are you ready? With a sigh, you lean back and tilt your face up to stare at the sky, watching a plane fly by overhead. You're not entirely sure, truth be told. Your first reaction to the note was shock. But the longer it's in your hand, the more reluctant you become of putting it away again. Looking at Kate's handwriting, at the French words scribbled in her familiar lettering, it makes you feel all giddy and warm inside. Your lips curve into a smile as you think of her writing the words and tucking it into your coat. Suddenly, you find yourself wondering if she did this on purpose, or if she left it in your pocket by accident. Maybe she intended to do something else with the note and changed her mind and tucked it out of sight before you could find it, forgetting that she was wearing your coat. Or maybe she realized that she doesn't feel about you like that.

At the thought, you swallow thickly and draw a deep breath. No. No, Kate loves you. Otherwise, she would not have written that note in the first place. Kate over-analyzes and scrutinizes details until your head hurts and you have to kiss her to shut her up and keep her from driving herself crazy. No, Kate is absolutely certain she loves you, and she wrote you a post-it note stating that fact.

So the question is, do you feel the same way about her?

* * *

Your cell phone chirps as you're about to put down your book and get yourself something to drink. When you pick it up and open the message, you lean back against the couch, your hand over your mouth as you start to grin like an idiot.

On the display is a picture of the note you left in Colette's coat as a surprise. Next to it is a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a note in Colette's handwriting.

_I love you, too_


	2. We'll always have Paris

She couldn't make her hands stop shaking. Kate closed her eyes and balled up the letter in her hand, immediately regretting her decision. She hastened to smooth out the paper, putting it onto the briefing room table. It gave her something to do as she fought to keep the tears down. Her breathing turned ragged and she grasped the edge of the table, sinking into one of the chairs.

She refused to cry. She'd done enough of that in her life, and she certainly wasn't going to do any more of it here. She worked here, these were her colleagues, the people who trusted her to keep a level head-

The redhead quickly stood and closed the door, her free hand going up to press over her mouth to stifle the sob that escaped her.

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't seen it coming. Despite everything between them, she'd still considered Colette her best friend. She could read the other woman like an open book and she had absolutely no doubt that Colette would say the same thing about her. They'd been close, so incredibly close that the lines had started to become blurred and Kate had found herself wondering where this was going the past few weeks. But she had been aware of Colette's track record and her own and could have easily guessed that this wasn't going to have a happy end.

On shaking legs, she made her way back to the table, the crumpled letter still lying there, Colette's crisp cursive littering the page. Kate had enjoyed it when Colette spoke French, how the words simply rolled off her tongue. There was something different about her handwriting when she'd written in her native language, too. Or maybe it wasn't the language, but the content. It seemed like Colette had tried to write as fast as possible, maybe to keep up with her thoughts, or perhaps to get the whole thing over with, Kate wasn’t sure. Either way, it didn't change anything about the content.

She'd put in for a transfer, and management had decided to grant it. She apologized for not having told her, but she hadn't wanted to worry Kate, or deal with having to say goodbye to the crew. Hadn't felt like she'd wanted to, honestly. Except for her. Colette freely admitted that Kate had been the one person she would have wanted to say goodbye to, the one person she felt like she needed to explain her decision to. And the only person who she knew was going to be able to change her mind if she asked her to stay.

When she read over those words again, Kate closed her eyes, this time allowing the tears to fall from them. She would have asked her, would have begged Colette to stay. Wouldn't have cared how selfish she would've been being, Kate was willing to admit that. As long as Colette stayed in her life, everything would sort itself out. She had this vibrant energy that kept sucking her in, that made Kate seek her out even when she knew it was wrong and she shouldn't do it, should try to get over things herself instead of relying on the comfort Colette's hugs and a bottle of excellent French wine shared with her could provide.

But Colette hadn't told her of her plans and Kate had attempted to explain her friend's weird behavior away with the workload they'd been juggling and the strange tension between them that Kate wouldn't allow herself to examine. Colette was her friend, her best friend. She meant the world to her, Kate loved her, but there was nothing going on between them. Except for the things that happened after the second bottle of wine, but by then everything was blurry and Kate was never sure exactly what had transpired when she woke the next morning with a hell of a hangover and the lingering scent of Colette's perfume clinging to her thoughts.

And now Colette was gone. Was half the world away, at the Hong Kong base, and all she had left Kate was this stupid letter. She should be angry. She should march over to the front desk, write a note to Colette to tell her how angry she was and what a coward she thought her to be and force Phil to get it to the French woman. But Kate knew that she wouldn't do any such thing.

If Colette was a coward, so was she. The only difference between them was that Colette had acted on her impulse to run by applying for a transfer, while Kate had thrown herself headfirst into a relationship with a man she knew was doomed from the start. She'd been trying to prove herself to others and at the same time, prove to herself that she was fine, she could care about a man the same way she cared about Colette. Only that it had backfired and she had realized that while losing him had hurt, deeply, leaving Niko standing in the lobby had hurt nowhere near as much as finding out Colette had left her.

Kate drew a ragged breath and checked her watch. She only had half an hour before she was expected to help prepare the plane for boarding and make some last minute checks. Slowly she stood and folded the letter back up before she tucked it back into the envelope.

Thankfully, the powder room was empty and Kate let the water run until it turned icy before she started cleaning her face. It took her a few tries to get her makeup back on, her hand kept shaking and she had to stop and draw a deep breath before she continued. By the time she was done, she was ten minutes late and hurried to the gate. She ignored Maggie's pointed look and merely nodded at the stewardess that had been put on their flight to replace Colette. Kate had seen her face before, but right now all she could think about was how this was the first time she would be flying without Colette in what felt like an eternity.

"Do you have any plans for our layover?" Laura asked her when they started lining up to greet the passengers. Kate swallowed and shook her head. She'd have let Colette decide. The other woman knew the city by heart and always found someplace new for them to discover, another charming little corner of a city that made Colette's dark eyes sparkle and put a smile on her face. A city that smelled like home to her, one that was so linked to Colette that Kate wasn't sure she would ever be able to not think of the other woman when she read the name of it.

And part of that certainly was because of the ending of Colette's letter.

_ Nous aurons toujours Paris. _

  
  



	3. failure becoming success

Colette opened her mouth but hesitated. She let out a soft sigh and closed it again with a shake of her head, berating herself.

It wasn't like she was usually shy. Really, on the contrary. She enjoyed flirting, liked watching other people get flustered. So why on earth was it so hard for her to simply open her mouth and ask her out?

As Kate brushed her hair behind her ear and continued unpacking, the French stewardess sank down onto her bed and watched her friend. And found that this was exactly the issue. This wasn't just harmless flirting. Kate was her friend, Colette would even go as far as saying that she was her best friend. The American knew her inside out, it felt. Colette was pretty sure that Kate was the only person who could immediately tell if she was lying or not.

But the thing was, she'd fallen in love with her. Slowly, over months, the feeling of companionship and friendship had grown into something more and before Colette had realized what was happening, she'd found herself staring at Kate's lips, wondering what kissing her would feel like. And if Kate turned her down, then she'd probably lose this wonderful friendship between them.

Her brown eyes widened slightly as Colette realized why she'd failed so many times at casually asking Kate out. Because this wasn't harmless flirting. She was already in love with her, asking Kate out would mean putting her heart and their friendship on the line, and until now, Colette had felt like she'd much rather be just friends than lose the redhead's companionship altogether.

"Colette?"

The French stewardess jumped in surprise and blinked at her friend as she felt a blush creep up her cheeks as Kate's lips twitched into a grin.

"Where were you just now?" she asked. Again, Colette opened her mouth but found herself hesitating.

"Nowhere," she finally answered, drawing up her courage. "Just, thinking. About, how much I would, like, to... ask you out," she stammered, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she found her friend watching her with a stunned expression.

"What?" Kate asked, shifting on her feet before she sank down onto her own bed opposite of the French stewardess.

"There's a cute little restaurant that I want to take you to," Colette explained. "As a date," she clarified, suddenly wanting to make sure Kate understood what she was asking. If she agreed to this, Colette didn't want her doing so thinking it was just them going out as friends.

Kate let out a soft sound of surprise, her eyes flickering away from Colette's. The blonde felt her heart sink.

"Uh," the redhead started before she shook her head, her lips twitching with amusement, "is that why you were so spaced out the past few days?" she wondered. Colette felt her cheeks burn and lowered her head, unable to look at her friend any longer.

"I'm sorry," she muttered with a shake of her head. "Forget I said anything-"

"I would love to," Kate said at the same time. Colette's head shot up and she watched Kate's eyes widen in surprise. "I mean, the restaurant. Obviously. I, would like to. Go on a date, with you," she quickly added, pausing as she searched Colette's face. "Unless you've changed your mind..."

The blonde quickly shook her head no. No, she hadn't changed her mind, she'd just thought...

"Oh, okay," she muttered, drawing a slow breath. "Tonight?" she asked.

"Oh, you meant here? In Rome?"

Colette nodded, watching as Kate's face broke into a wide grin.

"Sure," she smiled, "tonight sounds lovely," she agreed. Colette swallowed thickly and gave a curt nod.

"Okay," she mumbled, frowning. "I, uh, I should, call. Make sure we get a table," she added as she grabbed her cell phone, motioning towards the door. Kate merely raised her eyebrows at her in silent amusement as Colette stood, slowly leaving the room to keep the restaurant a surprise. After she closed the door behind her, she leaned back against the wood and drew a deep breath, her face slowly splitting into a giddy grin.


	4. beginning

She kisses you nine months after you meet each other for the first time.

It's the middle of the night and snowing and everything around you seem muted somehow. The world seems calm and sincere and softer than it usually is, even with the cold lapping at you.

You went out to get some fresh air. And maybe to find her. Which you do. Standing huddled up in her coat, face turned up into the sky where thick flakes are falling down from. Her breath billows out and you realize with somewhat of a start that she is smoking. Again. She told you she quit, and in your two day layover, you've never seen a cigarette in her hands even once, or smelled stale smoke on her when she slipped back into your room.

When you tell her, she looks at you, dark eyes widening as her blush deepens. She shrugs, flicks the ash away before she takes a drag and turns her head to not blow the smoke into your face. She tells you something about needing to calm her nerves and you frown at her. It's not likely that you will get permission to fly tonight. She has as much experience as you do, so she should know that.

Colette lets out a soft sigh and stubs out her cigarette, her hands finding the pockets of her thick coat. She looks tired, you think. Not physically, there is something about her that says there is more responsible for her state than the late hour.

You stomp your feet to get the blood flowing, to keep warm. She looks at you with a raised eyebrow and nods at the building with the suggestion of returning inside. Instead of taking her up on the offer, you shake your head, mumbling something about needing a couple of minutes away from the rest of the crew. She watches you, her gaze intently searching your face. You roll your eyes at her and reach out to hook your arm through hers, wordlessly telling her you don't need a break from her. You never do. Even when everyone else gets on your nerves, being with Colette always lifts your spirits. It makes you feel warm and happy and content.

Colette nods and rests her head on your shoulder for a moment. You watch as a snowflake drifts down, landing right on her nose, drawing a snort from her and a laugh bubbles up in your throat. She straightens with a glare, but then her gaze turns soft and she reaches up to stroke your cheek. Her fingers are cold, her having taken off her gloves for her smoke and not putting them back on. Your eyes flutter close at the contact and it still fills you with warmth and then you feel her nose brush against yours and her lips are on yours and your eyes fly open in shock. You open your mouth to protest, but instead of asking her what the hell she is doing, you only let out a sigh, and when Colette moves to lean back, your hand flies up to pull her back in.

Your lips are chapped from the cold and it makes you wince as they move against her soft ones, but Colette doesn't seem to mind. She tilts her head, her eyelids fluttering closed, and kisses you. Allows you to slip your tongue into her mouth and draw a shocked gasp from her. And there you are, in the middle of a snowstorm, kissing each other. Kissing again and again, until you can no longer feel your feet and your cheeks are numb to Colette tracing her fingertips along them. 

 


	5. dance

Kate let out a surprised as Colette grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dancefloor.

"What are you doing?" she asked her girlfriend, raising her eyebrows. The blonde shrugged, settling one of her hands on Kate's hip, the other holding onto her hand as the band struck up a jazzy tune.

"Dancing," she replied and prompted Kate to roll her eyes silently. She had to admit that this was rather nice, actually. Colette was a great dancer and Kate gotten bored of watching her dance with every guy that had been invited. Well, okay, maybe she was exaggerating a tad, but still, it had been hard, spending over an hour watching her girlfriend amuse herself as the redhead had been forced to make small talk and watch from the sidelines.

"We shouldn't," Kate found herself offering a weak protest, but this time, Colette rolled her eyes.

"It's half past ten, people have started leaving," she replied as she let go of Kate's hand to twirl her around before she pulled her close again. "And honestly, I think we've been behaving splendidly thus far."

Kate let out a soft sigh, falling into step with the French stewardess again. Colette was right,  they had been very... appropriate with each other the whole day. And it was getting late.

The redhead let her eyes wander over the dancefloor, finding her sister and her husband dance with each other, softly talking among themselves. Laura had told her she was being stupid earlier. Had repeated it a lot, in the days leading up to the wedding, but the fact remained that even though her sister might not have any issue with her seeing another woman, half of the guests from their side of the family would have.

The song ended and Kate took a step back to applaud the band. As the next notes started to play, she tilted her head to the side, listening, trying to place the slow song. She more felt than saw Colette step back and quickly reached out, taking her hand to stop her from leaving.

"Care to dance?" she asked her, turning her head. To her surprise, she saw the other woman swallow thickly before Colette nodded. Kate smiled at her as she pulled her close again, settling her hands on Colette's hips. The French stewardess hesitated before she reached up and rested her hands on Kate's shoulders.

"You sure about this?" she inquired, her voice soft as they started moving to the slow music. Kate took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice soft as she looked into Colette's eyes. Acting like they were merely friends had actually been Colette's idea. Or at least she'd told Kate she'd be okay with it, if the redhead didn't want to cause a scene at her sister's wedding. It had been hard enough convincing certain family members to attend after they'd seen the engagement picture of Joe and Laura. And given how her mother had reacted when Kate had come out to her parents, she'd decided that Laura's wedding was definitely not the place or the time to inform the remainder of their family who exactly she was dating.

But it had been so hard, keeping her distance from Colette today. Not being able to touch her whenever she wanted, being unable to hold her hand for longer than the second it took to give it a soft squeeze. Being unable to wrap her arms around her and hug her girlfriend. Being unable to kiss her outside the Church as they waited for the guests to show up. Listening to Colette's toast and know that part of it was meant for her but being unable to react to it because everyone's eyes were on their table.

She was done hiding. Let people think what they wanted, they didn't matter.

She reached up and stroked her hands over Colette's arms, leaning in for a soft kiss.

When they parted, she found Colette staring at her in surprise, her dark eyes wide as her lips slowly morphed into a smile. She slowly let her hands trail down until they settled on Kate's hips. Who suddenly found that they'd gotten impossibly close.

"What do you say to ditching the party?" Colette breathed into her ear. Kate swallowed thickly. She saw her sister give her a thumbs up and shook her head, unable to fight off the giddy grin that stole across her face. She stuck out her tongue at Laura before she nodded, knowing that Colette would feel it.

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed, grabbing her girlfriend's hand and allowing Colette to pull her off the dancefloor.  They made a quick stop at their table to grab their purses and Kate scribbled a note for her sister, telling Laura to let them sleep in and she'd pay for their rooms if they missed the check-out time.

 


	6. hello

Colette's a natural with children. They love her and she always knows what to do or say when they're upset or angry.

Kate has no idea how to deal with a child. Like, at all. She doesn't know the right things to say, doesn't know any rhymes or lullabies. Can't tell jokes or make up stories to entertain them on the fly. She's got no idea how to deal with temper tantrums or how to soothe them after a nightmare.

Yet she agreed to this. Because Colette had looked at her with her dark eyes and Kate had seen the longing in them and she hadn't been able to deny her wife. She'd thought it would be okay, eventually. She'd learn from Colette, her wife could teach her all the important bits. And if Kate screwed up, Colette would be there to make things right.

Only she isn't there now. Colette's somewhere halfway across the Atlantic. Because they were kind of stupid and decided to push their luck. Well, the doctors had said they were fine for another two weeks. And neither Colette or her had considered that perhaps Nature didn't very much care about the timeline they'd allowed it.

So she finds herself here, alone, pacing the hospital hallway, wringing her hands and trying to reach Colette again and again and again.

Joe had asked her if she wanted to be in there, but she'd shaken her head vehemently. Her stomach was already rolling, she felt lightheaded. Seeing her sister in pain would probably do her in. She trusts Joe to record it, if Colette wanted to see the footage later.

"Hey," her brother-in-law's voice pulls her from her thoughts. He's grinning from ear to ear when Kate whirls around to face him and she finds her heartrate slow down somewhat.

"Laura's okay?" she asks. Sees the frown appear on Joe's face before he nods.

"Yeah, she's fine. They're both fine," he tells her. Kate nods and swallows and exhales shakily.

"Good," she mumbles. Reaches up to brush her hair from her face and tug on it to pull herself back together. Her sister's fine.

"Come on."

Joe holds out his hand to her and Kate finds herself staring at it, her heart racing in her chest again.

"No, I'm, I'll just, wait. For Colette," she tells him, motioning to the row of green plastic chairs. The sailor lets out a chuckle and grabs her hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Come," he repeats. Kate takes a shaky breath, fear gripping her. She holds onto Joe's hand like a lifeline as she nods and lets him pull her along.

Laura looks completely exhausted. Still she smiles at her when she sees Kate. She seems happy. Probably loopy from the drugs, Kate muses, but refrains from saying so. She should be thankful for what her sister did for her, did for Colette and Kate.

"She won't bite," Joe mutters softly, nudging Kate in the direction of the clear plastic basinette.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the baby move in it, soft blanket wrapped around it, a pink beanie on its head.

"She?"

Her voice is barely a whisper. She feels Joe let go of her hand and reaches out to cling to the edge of the basinette, to have something to hold onto, to have something to steady her.

The baby blinks, blue eyes unfocused. Its mouth opens in a big yawn and Kate feels her heart melt. Tears spring to her eyes and she lets out a sniffle as she shifts on her feet to get closer.

"She's perfect," she whispers, tentatively reaching out to stroke the baby's cheek. It moves in the blanket, limbs flailing so it hits her hand. "Hey there," Kate mutters a greeting, carefully holding the baby's hand and stroking her thumb over the back of it. It's so small, she marvels as she feels the soft skin beneath her fingertips.

"Wanna hold her?"

Laura's voice is soft. Kate swallows thickly, hesitating. She's never held a child this young. Kept her distance from her nephew until Henry was well over a week old. She'd still been terrified off hurting him, but by then Laura had handled the boy countless of times and could reassure her.

She's terrified now, too, but Kate nods wordlessly. She lets Joe direct her into a chair before he picks up the baby and carefully hands it over. Kate finds herself staring at the little girl in her arms, finds her heart racing and her lungs aching as she tries to keep from moving and accidentally shifting her.

"She's..." she starts and trails off, unable to put her feelings into words. She's already told them that the baby is perfect, but that doesn't even begin to cover it. She's unimaginably cute, with her big eyes and puckered lips and chubby cheeks. There's some hair peaking out from beneath the beanie and Kate realizes with a start that it's red, like hers.

"Yeah," Joe replies and Kate looks up at the grin in his voice. He's sitting on Laura's bed, grinning from ear to ear again. Laura's smiling, too, and Kate feels herself blushing. She shakes her head at the two and returns her attention to the tiny girl in her arms.

She has ten tiny fingers and ten equally tiny toes, a quick inspection reveals. Her breathing sounds normal, even though she keeps yawning and her eyes are closing again. She must be exhausted, Kate muses and gently strokes the baby's cheek as she watches her fall asleep in her arms. As terrified as she was of holding her at first, she doesn't want to let her go, now. Even when the nurses show up to move Laura to another room, Kate doesn't relinquish the hold she has on the baby, holding her close as she follows them down the hall.

It's almost four hours later and she's standing outside the nursery, watching the babies through the glass. It's past visitation hours, though no one has kicked her out completely. The nurse was just very stern about allowing Laura to rest.

"Kate!"

She turns and finds Colette hurrying down the hallway, worry etched on her face. It's only then that Kate remembers her frantic messages and voicemail and how she forgot to call her wife again to tell her everything was fine.

"I am so sorry," the French stewardess mutters as Kate hugs her tightly and inhales her perfume, along with the scents that come from a Transcontinental flight.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes with a shake of her head as she lets go of her wife. "I should've called you, told you-" she cuts herself off at Colette's concerned look and how her eyes flicker towards the glass window and the basinettes beyond. Kate reaches out and takes her hands, giving them a tight squeeze.

"Second row, third from the right," she tells her and watches Colette search the rows of basinettes until her eyes settle on the baby girl in the basinette. How her dark eyes widen and her mouth opens and she lets go of one of Kate's hands to cover her mouth as she starts grinning stupidly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"A girl?" she breathes, casting a glance at Kate long enough to see her nod before her attention is on the baby again, the hand that had previously covered her lips pressing against the cool glass.

"Yeah," Kate mutters, leaning against her wife to rest her head against her shoulder. "She's beautiful. Blue eyes, red hair-"

"Red?" Colette asks, confused. Kate simply shrugs. She's not gonna attempt to figure out how that one happened. They chose the donor because he had green eyes, like her, and blonde hair. Kate had figured that, thanks to Colette's dark hair and eyes, the child would probably inherit those. There hadn't been anything in the file mentioning a redhead in the donor's family, and Colette didn't know of any in her family, either.

"Fluffy wisps of ginger hair," she tells her wife. Colette blinks, a smile stealing across her features before she turns and leans in to capture Kate's lips in kiss that leaves the redhead breathless and slightly dizzy.

"We have a daughter," Colette mumbles against her lips and Kate feels hers tug into a smile again before she wraps her arms around the French woman and pulls her in for another kiss.

"Come on, let's go find a nurse so you can actually meet her," she tells Colette when she breaks the kiss. Her wife takes her hand and gives it a hard squeeze before Kate pulls her down the hallway in the direction of the nurses' station.

  
  
  


**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Kate and the concept of motherhood is such a fascinating topic to me.


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